This weekend was just what I needed. After rain, rain, and more rain through most of July and the first two weeks of August, just when I was about to give up on Alaska and declare we were doomed to begin fall in AUGUST, Friday we were greeted with 70 degrees and sunny. It was an Alaskan summer miracle.
Thankfully the weather wised up in time because on Saturday Adam and I had booked a day long silver salmon fishing trip about an hour north of us on the Little Su river. Which ok, who cares if it rained a little, we didn't have perfect weather for our sea charter, and that turned out ok. Right?
As I reminded Adam that even if it rained a little we'd be ok in our chartered river fishing boat Adam filled me in a little more on the details of our river venture I hadn't been privy to.
Turned out we'd meet the captain at the dock, jump in a boat at 10:30am and then be dropped off on the bank somewhere.
Oh, and they'll come get us and move us to different locations throughout the day?
So we're just staying there? In the middle of the wilderness, ALL DAY LONG?
And he just wont come back for us until 6pm???????
And, and, if we need something, like a bathroom, or relief from life stranded on a river we just have to stay there?
And if we catch our two salmon each by noon, we still have SIX HOURS TO SIT ON THE SIDE OF A RIVER?
Can you see that I was starting to get a wee bit panicky?
I mean if the slightest thing hadn't gone in our favor that day could have sucked a fat one. Rain, bear sighting, bad fishing, really good fishing, boredom, sickness, run out of food and beer, anything could have turned our day of fishing from awesome to I WANT TO GO HOME NOW.
Thankfully the river was beautiful, the bears stayed away, it was a slow day but I managed to catch my first river silver salmon, the sun was warm and inviting, and I even enjoyed an hour on the bank reading while I watched Adam practice his fly fishing casting.
A lovely day in every way, and each time I wear those oh-so flattering fishing waders I feel a little less self conscious. I bet by this time next year I'll be at a place where I only marginally cringe as I hoist their brown sexiness over my ass.